Tuesday, April 2, 2013

"Open Me Up, Daddy"

St Louis, MO—February, 2013

I
spent a long day at the conference I was attending.I was eager to get home and find some
fun.I sat in the lobby of my expensive
hotel and got on line.There he was—this
hot man who had said he’d be online looking for me right at this time.(And Hell had not frozen over—as far as I
could tell.)We agreed instantly on a
time and what kinds of things we liked to do—“Open me up, Daddy.”He’d be at my door in forty-five minutes—time
for me to unwind and clean up a little.

Thirty
minutes later he phoned me.He was concerned
about taking a taxi to my hotel.Could I
come to him?I could.He gave me the address.I threw my lube and the speculum in a small
gym bag, along with a jock.I went downstairs
and felt like a total imposter as I asked the Bell Captain to get me a cab…

We are in his apartment.It’s a loft on the second floor of renovated
1920’a warehouse.The walls are still
bare—waiting for him to decorate.There
are just a few furnishing—a mammoth bed, a new couch on a hooked rug and a
large television showing porn.We get
out of our clothes.I kneel down to get my
boots back on, the floors are freezing.I
start for the bed.He pulls me back—we
are playing on the couch.He’s tossed a
throw over it when my back was turned.He lays out another old sheet over the rug.I sit on the couch.He kneels between my splayed knees.He looks up at me, placing his elbows on my
thighs.Peter has dark hair with
classical good looks.He must be in his mid-30’s.You can tell he frequents the gym.I run my finger absently over the bulge of
his bicep. He’s told me to speak up
since he suffers from some hearing loss.

It takes no words for me to get him to suck my
stiffening cock.He peels the jock back
and deep throats me easily.Damn.Not even a pause on the way down.He’s good.He stays impaled on my cock for a long minute.He gags slightly and pulls up.I push him back down.This time my hand is on the back on his
head.He gives me a slight nod—I’ve
picked up the right signal.I keep him
down on me a shade longer.He
chokes.I hold another second, then let
him come up as he gasps for air.“Yes,
Sir,” he gulps out.I push him right
back down.He does a constriction of his
throat that takes me by surprise.I pull
him up.The fucker almost got me off
right there.

I reach down behind him.Truly a bubble butt.Dark hair covering extra white skin.I find his hole with my middle finger.I play around the outside of it.He moans, muffled by leaning forward into my
lap.I work my finger in.No lube.

“Fuck me.”

“Get up on the couch.”He turns to me.I raise my voice slightly.“Up on the couch.Lean on the back.”He kneels on the seat and puts those muscular
arms on the back of the sofa.I kneel
down.His white ass looks amazing.I pull the hairy cheeks apart and sink my
tongue into him.Deep.He isn’t expecting me to rim him.He grunts his surprise.Then his pleasure.I probe and lick.He’s self-lubing—my favorite kind of man. I jerk as I eat.I am so ready to breed tonight.I stand up.I work my flaming red cock head into him.I stop about halfway in.He grunts, but says nothing.I push forward and he has me to the
hilt.I stay imbedded in him for a long
moment. I’ve a fleeting instant of making sure I don’t shoot.

Then I fuck.A long time.I am pounding his
head into the back of the couch.He
grunts wordlessly—a sound that only makes me make sure that he hits it harder. I
look down at his ass.My cock looks
amazing splitting open this hot ass.My
red cock is in great contrast to his white, white ass.Finally I stop.He starts to get up.I stop him, laying my hand on the small of
his back.I kneel again and taste his
hole.Oh, fuck yes!It’s like he has three loads in there.I slurp and swallow.He’s really moaning now.“Nobody,” he whispers, “Nobody does that to
me.”

Finally I let him move.I just sit on the floor.I feel slightly tipsy.He hesitantly moves around.He kisses me.I pull him tight and share the glorious taste of his fucked ass with
him.I don’t know how long we are in the
embrace, sucking and spitting and swallowing.

We are still sitting on the floor, now leaning
against the couch.We both look at the
stupid porn he has downloaded.When I’ve
caught my breath, I have him lie on his back on the floor.His muscular arms hook around his knees.

“I’m gonna open you up.”I find the speculum, lube it and slip it into
him.He hisses at the feel of the cool
metal.I can crank it open easily.My eyes are locked on his eyes.I can see he is loving this novel stretch.He sends me for a shaving mirror in his
bathroom—he wants to see his spread hole.I tilt the mirror up for him to see.He gasps.My finger darts
in.I stroke his prostate.He watches himself convulse in pleasure.

I put the mirror down.I inch closer and push my cock between the
stainless steel walls of the speculum.Peter gasps.I can feel the metal
to the left and right, his hot ass flesh above and below.My cock is constantly battering into his
prostate.I fuck as long as I can remain
on my knees.

We re-group, slouching on the couch.It’s late.I need to get off and go home for the long day tomorrow.I say just that.

“I think my hole has had it.” My face must have shown my
disappointment.Instantly he’s back
tracking.“Shoot in my hole.But do it fast.”He gets down in front of me on all fours,
wiggling that spectacular ass at me.I
get between his legs.I spit on his hole.My cock head pushes the foamy spittle deep
into him.It’s not about lasting now—it’s
about giving him a load.I fuck.He starts begging for my cum.It works.This handsome man wanting to be filled with my seed gets me very
close.Two more thrusts and I’m
spurting.I fall on top of his back and
buck into him.Spurt after spurt.

I stay in place for a moment, then slowly pull
out.I look down.There is a river of cum oozing out of his round
ass.It’s the perfect money shot.

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